Sinful Sunday: In the middle of the night

it was three in the morning. They’d spent the night fucking, but – to her surprise – he hadn’t spanked her. His belt lay on the sheet beside them, as it usually did when they were in bed, and the cane hung on the wall beside the bed. Both were unused.

She thought they were going to sleep now, but he said, “Up, girl. Up!” The first time he said “up” it was as though he had a treat for her: there was mischief, and enticement, in his voice. The second time it was clearly an order. 

She murmured, “Yes, Master,” and rolled out of bed, and stood up. HJe got up and put on a dressing gown. He didn’t offer hers. He took her by the hand and led her out of the house. 

The night air was cool on her skin. She could feel goosebumps forming on her shoulders and breasts. She wore only her wrist and ankle cuffs, and her collar. She was grateful for the little bands of warmth they offered.

She could hear birds above, sleeping in the trees, mildly complaining at their disturbance, then deciding they were no risk and returning to silence. There were nocturnal mammals around, she knew, but they had heard humans and crept away. 

He led her down past the greenhouse, down the slopes to the bottom of the garden, a spot under the plum tree, over-looking the valley.

There was a trestle there. She’d never seen it before, or anything similar, though she knew what it was. And what it was for. He’d made it for her. 

“Bend over, little one. Legs apart, head down. And reach your arms right down.” She obeyed, and attached her wrist and ankle cuffs to the snap bolts he’d put in, low on each side. She experimented a little, so she could confirm to herself that she was helpless, held fast.

He fetched from below the plum tree a wooden paddle. She hadn’t seen that before either.   It looked very home-made.

He held it to her mouth, and she kissed it. Her heart was beating fast. It was hard, and it was nearly an inch thick. He’d made it, just to hurt her with it.

He took the paddle from her mouth, and stepped back. He said nothing.

Then it landed, against her lower bottom. Noise and pain overwhelmed her, and she yelped. She didn’t usually cry out at the first impact, but this was too strong. She was in its control, not hers.

By the third impact she was wailing continuously. Not loud, but uncontrollably. Except by Master. He was in control of the sounds she made, how she moved and what she felt, and when.

The paddle landed, over, and over. The strokes got no harder, but each one hurt a little more, burnt more fiercely, than the one before. Now she jerked each time the paddle landed, body rocking with the impact but held fast by her cuffs. If it was cold, naked in the night air, she no longer knew it. She knew nothing but pain, and the sound of her own wailing, what Master called her pain-song. 

Eventually she became aware that the paddling had paused. Her Master said, “Thirty-six.”

She’d had three dozen! Simply for his pleasure. But at least it was over.

He said, “So I think, just four more. You can count and thank me, for these last strokes.”

Then the paddle again, against her lower bottom, almost reaching her cunt. “Aiieee! Uh. Uh. Oh, fuck. Thirty seven, Master. Thank you!”

“Good girl.”

He concentrated on her lower bottom and upper thighs. But when she said “Forty, thank you, Master,” he didn’t tell her she was good.   

Instead she felt his hands holding her hips like talons, holding her as if her cuffs weren’t enough. His cock slipped into her cunt, deep, then all the way out, then deep, then out. She breathed in time with his movements. It was so good. But on the fourth withdrawal, his cock didn’t return. She stopped herself from protesting. That paddle was on the lawn beside her. He pushed her ass down, and she felt his cock pressing against her sphincter.

Her head dropped, helpless, as he thrust into her ass. He usually took his time when he butt-fucked her, but now he was urgent, insatiable need. She heard him grunt once, when he was all the way inside, his cock deep in her ass and his body pressed against the fierce heat of her buttocks. Then he fucked her, hard, fast, working on his own orgasm. Not hers. But soon, ruthlessly fucked, she heard herself wailing again. Not a pain song. 

Note

The halo of light above my girl’s body: I’m not sure what that was. But I like it. It was a night of mysteries, and there was something deep and sacred going on. I don’t know what it was, in technical terms, but to me it adds to the magic and mystery.

 

 

Novel News! Bravery and anal sex

Shar didn’t argue. She didn’t even look skeptical, so I poured more lube onto my fingers while they were partly withdrawn, and pushed forward again.

She was still tight, but there was enough lube, for now. My fingers slid in her quite easily, and there was no tension in the set of her face or her body.

We continued until Shar began to move, rocking with my fingers, pleasuring herself. We stayed with this, letting Shar move on my fingers, for a long time.

But eventually I took my fingers slowly out of her, and patted her bottom where I’d spanked her. “Are you ready, love?”

“Yes. Let’s try.”

I put my knees between hers, and held her hips tightly, letting her feel strength, and need for her. My cock pressed against her cunt, and I had to fight my urgent need to be all the way in her.

“This works better if you guide my cock into you, Shar. You have to grip hard, and just aim it at your asshole. Do that, for me.”

She reached back and touched my cock, tentatively. I said, “Cock wants to go into easy places. Like your cunt, or… anywhere. You need to hold it hard. And if you’re in control, you can make sure the angle is as comfortable as we can make it. Yes?”

Shares grip on my cock tightened. I gasped. There was nothing Shar could do, just then, that wouldn’t feel good. She lowered her ass just a little, and set the head of my cock against her little ring. She said, “Yes.” I pressed forward.

The head of a cock is more of a challenge than two, or even three fingers. But I held her hips tight, as she held my cock, and pushed forward. Her anal ring hesitated, unwilling to open so far, and then opened. It was a sudden give, and Shar cried out. Partly in pain, and partly because of the strangeness of the sensation. She moved forward instinctively, to get rid of me.

“No, girl.” I put my hand on the ball of her hip, in warning. “If I slip out, I’ll only have to enter again. It’s the single most challenging part. You need to keep me in you, just inside you, until it feels better. I won’t move till you’re ready.”

Shar breathed out, penetrated for the first time. She had nothing to say about that. I kept still, praising her, just the glans of my cock lodged, held. Eventually I felt her relax.

I pushed forward another inch, savoring every movement, every sensation. But I made myself stop again. Shar trembled. It didn’t seem to be painful, but it was difficult.

Her anal tube held me, gripping, no longer trying to expel me. I sighed with pleasure, hoping she felt even a fraction of what I felt.

“You’re brave. And perfect.” While I meant it, and she liked praise, praise can’t do everything. But eventually she relaxed again, and I pushed further this time, burying my cock in her, my groin pressed again her presented ass. Shar made a nasal sound. That contact, my body touching hers, was good. So I pressed deeper, until we were fully joined. I’m not sure at what point you can say an anal virginity is gone, but this one definitely had flown.

We kept still, pressing as tightly against each other as we could. I recognized a change in Shar’s breathing. This was starting to reach her. The pain had abated to the point where she could parse it as pleasure, and the actual sensation of being filled seemed to be… good.

 

 

Note

I’m onto the last chapter of Part 4. Part 5 is – I think – only three chapters long, so I’ll be finished soon. I’m going to buy champagne for the entire internet! (But you’ll have to drop round to get your share.)

Wicked Wednesday: Maddie’s orgasm

Maddie said nothing. She could enjoy whatever was to come, but what happened or how it happened was not her concern. I put lube, more that seemed possible, on my condommed cock, then put my hands on her ass and opened her a little. The moment she knew she was to be taken anally was the moment my cock pressed against her little ring.

She said, “O”, teeth still holding the cane. I pushed forward into her, slowly but in one long movement. Maddie didn’t breathe. I stopped, then, my belly tight against her buttocks, my cock throbbing deep inside her. My body was shaking with the pleasure of it. 

I’d intended to fuck her hard and fast, refusing her permission to come, but something in her acquiescence called to me.

She was submitting deeply. She was being a good girl. So I fucked her ass hard, but less brutally than I’d planned. Maddie rolled her hips with my movements, holding my cock tight, keeping me deep inside her.

Her breath sped up, after we’d rocked together for some time, and so I sped up too, pumping her hard and feeling my orgasm collecting, building, at the base of my spine.

I reached under her to stroke her cunt, and we moved hard, bodies joined, until she came, squealing and yowling like a fucked cat.

I said, “good girl, good girl,” over and over, while she came. It was the first time I’d praised her since this morning, though she’d worked all day to obey and please me.

Later I dragged out the spare matters from the sick room, and we piled up sheets and [illows and lay together, a girl and her master.

Companionably. 

 

 

Sinful Sunday: Nothing natural?

lamp

I don’t know. I’ve got friends who hated it and said it hurt like hell. I’ve got friends who love it. 

I do know. You’re mine. Not “mine except for your ass”. Yes?

I know, Master. And I want to. To please you, and … well, I think it sounds hot. Like surrendering. Like giving you everything. 

Well, your ass is everything. That is just a fact.

Arse the size of the universe, is that what you’re – Ow! Yi! Sorry, Master!

Finest ass in the known universe. Ask that DeGrasse Tyson guy. Anyway, we’ll go at your pace. If you want me stop, or go slow, just let me know. If it’s too much, I’ll withdraw. Fucking reluctantly, I imagine. But I will back out.  

Hah! Back out! 

Okay. Get your ass up. That’s lovely. And try to … stay relaxed. 

Ok, I’m … Uh!  Ahhh…

 

Notes:

The light source was a bedside lamp. And the camera flash. Though that was somehow underpowered, giving this slightly ghostly image instead of documentary clarity. I like the result.

The Anal Sex: Deprivation of Virginity Project went incredibly well, too. But maybe that’s a different post. And of course anal sex is natural. It’s just that the laws of many countries still say otherwise. But if it’s not natural, it must be artificial. Like the light.

Touch these lips for more Sinful Sunday submissions.

Touch these lips for more yummy Sinful Sunday goodness

 

 

Mouth to mouth 19: After-anal care for the not quite submissive woman

The last thing I remember for a while was finding myself half asleep and my cock softening, still semi-hard and still mostly inside Qing’s asshole. I grabbed the ends of the condom before I softened any further, and withdrew. This was not sexy. The condom went over the side of the bed.

I thought I should clean up. Including Qing’s asshole and perineum. A semi-liquid mess of faecal matter and lube had escaped from her asshole.

Frothy human waste: Rick Santorum.

Frothy human waste: Rick Santorum.

Dan Savage launched the habit of calling that mess “santorum”, after Rick Santorum, the creepy religious right politician. But that never felt right to me. It must annoy Santorum and that’s probably good, but associating him in any way with sexual pleasures, even ingloriously, seems to do the man too much honour.

Also, he’ll be forgotten soon, while faecal accidents and by-products will be with us forever. We humans are part of the biological world, even the beautiful and golden Qing.

Anyway, that faecal mess doesn’t happen with most anal sex, and even when it does it’s a perfectly natural by-product of a vigorous anal fuck, and not a sign of damage. But I was mostly responsible for the mess being there, so it was my responsibility to get rid of it.

Also, I’d learnt by then that girls sometimes found the sight a little challenging, and that if I cleaned up quickly with a damp cloth or a handful of tissues, without their being shamed or embarrassed about it, then life and post-fuck calm will go on. Harmoniously. 

So I thought about searching for the bathroom, which was probably on the other side of the kitchen. And then she put her hand on my waist and I fell asleep. Did I say that humans are biological creatures?

When I woke up again it was much lighter outside. Qing, fortunately, was still sleeping. I edged out of the bed silently, and took the little collection of used condoms to the bathroom. I disposed of them, washed my cock thoroughly, and collected a bunch of paper towels. 

Back to the kitchen I saw it was after nine, so I made instant noodles with strips of egg, shallots, black mushrooms and a very mild, slightly sweet soy sauce. I had to hope that Qing would like Chinese. But she, or her household, had nine different kinds of soy sauce. I figured she probably did.

I took two bowls and my tissues, two of them dampened under the tap, into her bedroom. Qing was stirring and looked up at me. “Breakfass? I’d have made you breakfass.”

“But you looked too cute to disturb.”

She smiled. “You shoul’ see my ass in a kitchen.” The smile became a laugh. “Specially you.” She chanted, “Jaime likes my aa-ass, Jaime likes my aa-ass. Wooo! You really like my ass.” 

I held out the bowl. Instead of taking it she said, “Oh! I mean, thank you. Tha’ smells haochi.” I didn’t ask. “Haochi” was clear from context. It was good, and it meant something like “yummy”.

So I put her bowl on the bed beside her head, and pushed her down onto her front. I brushed her back with one of the wet clothes, by way of  misdirection, and then opened her legs and wiped away the mess. Three dabs and a rub with a wet paper towel, then finishing with a drier sheet, was all it took. The mess had been there and it was gone. It would have been much more dramatic if she’d seen it. Qing didn’t even murmur. All was well.

I scrunched the paper towels into a ball with the unused sheets on the outside, and dropped it on my side of the bed. A second later I said, “oh. Juice.”

qing fuckmeI hopped up, flushed away the paper towels, washed my hands, and returned to the kitchen, where I’d seen some horrible, thick green juice in the fridge. I poured her a glass, and unhealthy ginger beer for myself. 

Qing was just finishing her bowl when I returned. She said, “Tha’ was grea’. Gimme some of yours, and you might get to fuck me. Again.”

I raised my eyebrows. So much for her feeling submissive. 

Mouth to mouth 18: Fucking Qing’s ass

Qing trembled under me, on her bed on her hands and knees, with most of my weight on her back and my cock half-buried in her ass. I was riding her a little higher than I had so far that night, and that seemed to come with its own symbolism attached.

This can get noisy.

This can get noisy.

The slightly higher angle, not to mention to the tightness of her ass, was a new sensation, too. In sex a small difference is a huge difference, if you’re paying attention and prepared to enjoy details.

Qing’s tight little tube held my cock firmly and softly. If it was heavenly, and it seemed so, then I was in heaven.

I knew that many submissive women don’t like anal. And there are plenty of women who enjoy being fucked up the ass but don’t care about bdsm at all. I know that, but I also know that in practice that moment of give, when a woman opens and yields up her ass to my cock, always feels like submission. At least to me.  

That’s part of what makes anal possession of a woman feel so hot and so savage, even though the dom is (or should be) taking a lot of care not to really hurt her. She’s submitted, or at least given the dom that illusion.

I suppose someone's already selling...

I suppose someone’s already selling…

Meanwhile Qing had just been screaming. It hadn’t sounded like screams of pain, and she hadn’t repeated it or asked me to stop. But in spite of what she’d said before about not fussing, I said, “Okay?”

Qing didn’t speak immediately. She was still puffing as if she’d run a mile. Maybe a sex mile, with me riding on her back. But eventually she came back to the ordinary world of bedrooms, university course work, essay deadlines and strange men with their cocks up her ass.

She still couldn’t manage to produce words, but she nodded .I smiled at her. She made the kissy face, so we were good.  

the Hello Kitty buttplug

… the Hello Kitty buttplug

To show we were still in new territory and not being wimps about it, and because I needed to, I pushed my cock further into her, revelling in every movement. Qing grunted (“oh, that’s happening”) but she seemed happy to be buggered.

At each moment I could feel her start to resist I’d stop and withdraw a little, as slowly as I could, and then thrust forward again.

Each of these movements took my cock a little further into her, and withdrew a little less. Finally my belly pressed against the silky warmth of her ass, my cock deeply and completely inside her. I wanted to tell her I was pleased with her. I said, “Hahh… Qing. Ah fuck, girl.”

That was probably about as sensible as whatever it was that she’d said, but at least I hadn’t screamed mine. Then we both forget about words and breathing, and fucked in silence, until I stopped holding her hips and dropped my hands to support my weight on the bed.

Qing fell forward onto her breasts and shoulders, arching her ass up at me. Tightly joined, she put her hands on the backs of mine and held tight. 

I’d started to speed up because Qing’s sweetly tight ass and her own arousal had taken me past the point where I could choose whether or not to come. Qing stopped suddenly, pushing herself hard but slowly against my cock, getting it as deep as possible. I could feel the contractions inside her. Then she rocked as fast as she could, making high-pitched squealing and gibbering noises until she came.

She wanted to fall forward once she’d come but I wouldn’t let her. I held her ass tight up against me and used her until I’d come too. Then we lay together, with my arm around her and my condomed cock still hard inside her. For a long time there was no reason to move or speak.

Mouth to mouth 17: My knees between hers, my hands on her hips

Qing’s asshole, now holding two of my fingers up past the first knuckle, was extremely tight. It took her a moment for her little muscled ring to yield and open for me. Still, she was very thoroughly lubed. Once my fingers were inside her, I could slip in to the second knuckle without too much difficulty.

Qing held herself tense, ass still enticingly in the air, and her face was set. She was withholding judgement but expecting this to hurt. 

'Scuse fingers.

‘Scuse fingers.

I said, “How you going? This ok?”

“Uh.” Qing shook her head. “I hadn’t expected it to be so intimate. It’s very … invasive.”

She was staring down at her pillow, focussed on her sensations and not on me, except for two of my fingers. I smiled. “Yeah. You don’t have many secrets left, from the man with his cock up your ass.”

That was nonsense too, like a lot of things I’d said that night. But it seemed that she liked feeling invaded, and that would intensify that feeling. Qing only said, “Ohh.” And she left her mouth open after she’d said it. 

I squeezed more lube into my hand, coating my fingers and inserting more into her ass. Then I slowly fucked her with my fingers, letting her imagine how my cock would be, once I was demandingly inside her. The reality of the fingers, and the proximity of my cock, seemed to be good, sensual things, and Qing’s noises were soft and appreciative. 

But eventually I withdrew my fingers. Qing seemed to mind their absence.

I condomed up, coating the condom liberally, especially around the head of my cock. “You can tell me to stop and pull out any time. Or to slow down.”

Qing quirked her mouth. My solicitousness didn’t fit the experience she was having. She was enjoying being brutally fucked. By a brutal fucker. She said, “I know that. And I’m fine. Don’t fuss.” 

Not so long ago she’d been warning me that this was her first time. It seemed she’d decided she could handle this without any more warnings. I smacked her upper thigh, hard, and she settled back, her arse up and presented. I took my place kneeling between her knees, my hands on her hips, and my cock nosing urgently against that lube-slicked little star. A dark star.

Qing yielded new territory, for both of us.

Qing’s asshole was new territory for me; being butt-fucked at all was new territory for her. She had yielded up new territory for the both of us.

On my first push, the head of my cock followed the wettest and easiest path, and entered just inside her cunt. I felt stupid, especially when I managed the same on my second thrust. But Qing mewed pleasurably; it wasn’t wrong from her point of view.

I lined my cock up against her asshole with my hand, and kept my cock steady while I pushed against her. After a couple of second’s of resistance, there was that sudden, dramatic opening, as Qing’s rectal muscles yielded, and I was inside her. Just the head of my cock at this stage, being held by a tight and reactive little ring.

I said, “Ahh, fuck, ohhh. Good, little one.” I couldn’t think of anything more elegant.  My blood, my lust and my brain were engaged elsewhere.

But neither of us ever heard me say that, because when my cock had taken its first entrance of her I slowly thrust a little further forward to make sure I couldn’t slip out by accident.

As I moved a little deeper inside her and her ring tightened on the shaft of my cock, she screamed out, “AHHHHH. YAH! YALLLLLLLT!”

I didn’t ask her about that till later. But apparently it doesn’t mean anything in any Chinese language either.

Mouth to mouth 16: Qing’s bottom more pink than golden

assholeI don’t care much about virginity. It didn’t make her ass any nicer or any worse, that no-one had had her anally before. Her ass was perfect, either way. I smacked her again, as a tribute to perfection and to keep her feeling that I was a brute and that she was about to give this utter brute her body. 

Still, that didn’t explain why, a few seconds later, I felt such a strong, lust-driven need to smack her again. Or why Qing made a happy moaning sound after my hand landed. That had no thought to it. It was just pleasure and greed. 

Maybe being offered her virgin ass did have a particular erotic power to to it.

It suggested trust, and I’ve always found that to be an aphrodisiac. Anyway, it was time to stop thinking. I took one of my condoms, ripped the packet open with my teeth, and rolled the thing onto my cock.

There’s a little speech I usually make at that moment, about how I’d hate it if anything hurt her, apart from good hurts that don’t count, and I’d hate it even more if I hurt her. So she should tell me at once if anything didn’t feel good. And she can set the pace, as slow and gentle or hard and fast, as she felt comfortable with. Then I cover saying no, safewords, and a few related topics.

That’s what I usually say. But intuition can tell you odd things. This time I just smacked Qing’s little bottom again. She yelped, not displeased. The skin of her ass was warm, and more pink than golden now. I used the command voice to tell her to keep that ass up and get her knees further apart so I could fuck her. If she didn’t I’d spank her till she did as she was told. And anyway, I said, she had to remember what she’d told the room back at the party: she was here to be fucked.

This was more or less complete nonsense, but Qing nodded very seriously. She didn’t know about a world where submissive girls said “yes, sir” before they obeyed an order. And she wasn’t a submissive girl. But that nod and her expression told me she was playing in their territory, though I knew she wouldn’t stay there. She spread her knees as wide as they’d go, which brought her ass down a few inches closer to the bed. Buggering her in that position would be perfectly comfortable. For me, at least.

qing's bumI said, “perfect, girl.” When I smacked her again, I knew that she was waiting for it. I reached under her belly to squeeze the lips of her cunt. She’d already sucked her tummy in and spread just a little wider, to give me better access. Ah well, I thought. You know my methods, Qing: apply them.

I stroked her and found utterly, soppy wet to my touch. I want to roll her onto her back and kiss her cunt. Then fuck her. But that would distract both of us. It was, I thought for the fifth or more time, time.

So I growled, “Keep still,” so she had something to obey, and pressed my slippery left forefinger and index finger against the tight little bud of her asshole.

Mouth to Mouth 15: A perfectly ordinary cock. But enthusiastic.

Nearly all my doubts were resolved, and I was entirely hard again. I put my hand on Qing’s shoulder and pressed her down, hoping that she’d like that feeling. Qing had already demonstrated that although she was essentially vanilla, she liked to feel a little strength sometimes. Anyway, it was easy enough to release her if she didn’t seem comfortable.

qing makerI thought how soon I’d be holding her down, in a supportive and consensual way, naturally, when I mounted her back and pressed the head of my cock against the little bud of her ass.

But I’d been silent too long. Qing was worried about me. She said, suddenly, “Jaime? Of course I want you. It’s all right.”

“Huh?” I was lying on my side beside her, so I kissed her shoulder where I held her, and put my right leg over both of hers. My cock pushed, blindly, against her hip. By then I’d learned that if a woman says something is all right, then more often than not it isn’t. So I said, “How do you mean it’s all right?”

Qing looked at the sheet below her. “I mean, I’ve been wanting to try this. I’ve wanted to get my ass fucked for ages.”

I smiled the kind of smile I hoped she wouldn’t see. If a man said something that impersonal to a woman, there’d be hell to pay. “Well then, it’s lucky I’m here.”

She didn’t realise I was joking. She said, quickly, “And I think it should be you. You … Well, at least you know what you’re doing. I think.”

“Qing, I’m honoured. No, seriously. And I want you. Right now especially your ass.” I took her hand by the wrist and put it on my cock, to demonstrate the point. “I absolutely want to fuck your ass.” 

qing handQing said, “O”. She stroked gently. A hard cock is, after all, generally a sincere compliment. Then she tightened her grip so she could feel the blood, beating, throbbing for her. It’s a perfectly ordinary cock, mine, but there was no doubting its enthusiasm at that moment. She nodded. Obviously I didn’t have any doubts.

“Mmmokay. But … I mean, yes, I guess I want you to do whatever you like. So long as you do it hard.”

Since I agreed at every possible level I twisted her nipple rather than say anything. But Qing had one more thought. “Still,” she added, “remember… this is my first time”

I looked at her with disbelief, then quickly got that expression off my face. It probably wasn’t helpful. A second later she considered what she’d just said, and laughed at herself. She had an amazingly pretty smile.

Mouth to mouth 14: “I’m a virgin” she said. “Well, my ass is.”

king qingA long silence followed before Qing reacted. Slowly, as if she were a statue, unused to moving, she raised herself and pointed her ass at me. Her slender weight shifted from her tummy onto her knees. I imagined her like an ancient treebranch, pushed into reluctant movement by the wind and making creaking noises.

That thought was stupid enough to make me laugh.

Qing frowned at me, but she was puzzled, not angry. “So what’s so funny?”

“Ah, you, actually. What’s so hard about getting your ass up?”

She shook her head. “Well, it’s all right for you. You’re not the one about to get her asshole fucked.”

I said, befuddled, “Wha-?” I hadn’t known that either of us were going to get fucked up the arse, but now she’d mentioned it, if it had to be one of us I’d prefer it was her. Her arse was prettier, for one thing. But I hadn’t even mentioned her asshole, as far as I could remember. “What? But I didn’t say…” 

qing lordQing arched her back, her spine and slender ass bowed like a female cat presenting to a tom, and I stopped speaking about whatever I’d been intending to say. She said, “And it’s like, it’s my first time for that too. I’ve never even been whipped before. Or tied up, either. I mean, it’s been incredibly hot just now, but… I hardly even know you. Uh. Um. Jaime!”

She produced my name with some triumph. I said, “very excellent,” and kissed her bottom, as one should.

Qing smiled, but she wasn’t going to be distracted. “Well, it’s a lot to take in. And I’m a virgin. Well, my ass is. I’m an asshole virgin. You’re really not worried about flooding me, are you? I mean, with new experiences, you know?”

I thought about saying something to the effect that she was so hot that I’d only be worried about flooding her with come. But I couldn’t scrape enough cheese off that. It’d sound terrible. If I said I didn’t believe that “having too many new experiences” was a real thing, then we’d have an argument. I thought how boring that would be, and my cock softened. 

I knew I should explain to her that by “get your ass up” I’d just meant her to present herself more submissively, and to give her an order so she could have the fun of obeying. If she wanted to. The content of the order hadn’t been important.

qing buggeredI wanted to be flippant about this, since it was all just a misunderstanding. But it was too late for that.

The idea of sliding my cock – well-lubed, no doubt – into her tight little anal tube had taken me over. I wanted to fuck Qing’s little ass. I wanted to hear her yelp if it hurt, and her screams when she came.

It was going to happen.